We are scorch hot, sticky, perspiring after we leave SinFlora, on the way home DinoEgg made up the words and sing this;
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Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please hide behind the trees
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please hide behind the trees
These little children are telling you
To please come out when we are already home
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,
Please hide behind the trees
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